I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade
Chapter 601 - 161: Can I get to know you and then chop you off?_2

Chapter 601: Chapter 161: Can I get to know you and then chop you off?_2

"Forget it, I have no ideas," said Zhang Ying, waving his hand dismissively.

It was truly frightening to show fear in front of Gao Bo.

Lin Fan said, "The War Armor is all here, you can look at it and distribute amongst yourselves. Have there been any strange occurrences lately?"

He believed in the safety index of Xiangshan Base and generally, no major incidents would occur. If there were any, they could immediately contact him via wireless, and he could quickly make the trip from Huang City to here.

Mao Ping said, "No, it’s been peaceful. The last wave of zombies exhausted the zombies nearby. Whenever the occasional zombie wanders this way, it’s swiftly taken care of by Zhang Ying."

Since the last horde, the pressure had drastically decreased.

Up to now, Lin Fan had accumulated quite a bit of experience in clearing zombies. Without any external factors, once a zombie-infested area gets cleared out, it’s very difficult—if not impossible—for it to revert to its previous state.

Unless a special type of zombie appears, one that can attract other zombies, it wanders around, and with every move, zombies follow, eventually settling here and replenishing the missing zombie horde.

But the chances of that happening are very low.

"That’s good. Currently in Huang City, the known bank bases, as well as the Lucky Number, have begun merging with Sunshine Shelter. The number of survivors has reached into the thousands. Once the zombies of Huang City are completely wiped out, that will be the time for humanity to truly stand against the zombies," he declared.

Lin Fan was full of hope for the future.

Where there is life, there is hope.

He shared these matters with Mao Ping and the others, also wanting to give them hope.

"Mr. Lin, will we at Xiangshan Base have to move there eventually?" asked Mao Ping.

Lin Fan pondered for a moment, "That should be the general direction for the future."

Mao Ping nodded, looking around at the survivors of Xiangshan Base. Many of them were nearby, watching this scene. He saw a sort of worship for Lin Fan shining in the eyes of these survivors.

Understandable.

Having witnessed Mr. Lin’s confrontation with the zombies, it was natural for anyone to regard Mr. Lin as a god. In these apocalyptic times, many had already despaired about the future.

But with the arrival of a savior, they came to regard him as their faith.

The conversation was simple.

Waving goodbye to the crowd, Lin Fan left the Xiangshan Base. He didn’t return to Huang City but went to inspect the city closest to Xiangshan Base, which was the city of Xiangshan itself.

Xiangshan, being a county-level city, may not be large, but its economy was quite good, primarily due to the Xiangshan Film and Television City, which had boosted a lot of the local economy. Celebrities came to shoot movies, fans followed, and there were plenty of bit part actors and extras; all of these contributed to the livelihoods of many local shops.

After Lin Fan left.

Mao Ping said, "Mr. Lin’s help has been immense. The War Armor he has provided will make our Xiangshan Base much safer."

Tan Qing agreed, "Indeed, the War Armor is more useful than we imagined. He says he will expedite the cleaning of zombies in Huang City. Although I know there are many zombies there, I always believe that he can do it."

Mao Ping nodded and turned to the surrounding survivors, "You have all seen and heard that Xiangshan Base will not be our last place of refuge. Our future lies in Sunshine Shelter. Therefore, in the following time, I hope everyone can unite and manage our Xiangshan Base well, until the time comes."

Hope and a vision for the future flickered in the eyes of the onlooking survivors.

During the zombie horde, many people were afraid and scrambled for places to hide for the elderly, the weak, women, and children. Mao Ping originally wanted to enforce strict punishment, but in the end, he let it be.

Perhaps he understood that human nature is such; one can’t expect everyone to be strong and brave in the face of adversity.

Among the crowd, Gong Minghui and his brother stayed together. Since the accident that day was exposed, the looks they received from the people around had changed. Of course.

That didn’t matter.

He was also looking forward to Sunshine Shelter.

Soon.

He appeared atop a high-rise building in the city of Xiangshan, surveying the surroundings. The streets were a mess, littered with overturned cars, and as the apocalypse progressed, every building had fallen into decay.

"Hehe,"

The growls of zombies filled the air around him.

There were many of them.

The beautiful city of Xiangshan had completely turned into Corpse City.

"Could anyone still be alive in this city?"

Gazing at the city, Lin Fan fell into deep thought. He felt it was very unlikely there were any survivors left, and if there were, they would be few in number. To stay alive, one would need to be far from the city, in those sparsely populated areas.

"The number of Evolutionary Zombies in Huang City is visibly dwindling. Well, since I’m already here, I might as well collect some crystals—White Crystals, Black Crystals are quite common, the Golden Crystals are rarer. If they want to reach the third stage, they need the Golden Crystals," he muttered to himself, as if he were considering these zombie-infested streets as his personal garden for withdrawing crystals.

Any survivor who heard such words.

Would stare wide-eyed in astonishment at Lin Fan, as if to say, "Dude, could you please not be so arrogant?"

He swooped down, hunting the Evolutionary Zombies.

At that moment, he was an unforgiving harvester of crystals, slicing open the heads of the zombies to retrieve the crystals inside.

One!

Two!

Evolutionary Zombies with White Crystals were easy to come by.

So were those with Black Crystals.

The zombies never imagined they would one day face such a fate. They were enjoying their strolls in the streets until they were cruelly struck down—in essence, a profound loss of humanity.